Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 629: Stupid Head

It was nothing to call Timothy, as opposed to calling Manfred, she required at least twenty minutes to calm down before calling. She didn't hesitate to call Timothy and could express herself freely because they were merely employers and employees, not lovers. She had no desire to appear cute, pretty, or feminine in front of him.

Timothy disconnected her call after a few rings. "You ignored my call? Or are you preoccupied? What is he up to?" Rylee assumed with a grumpy tone.

Unable to answer the phone? Why? Or was he having sex with some random chicks?

Rylee's pulse quickened as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat.

She felt uneasy and was convinced Timothy was having sex with the woman last night.

Oh, no! It was revolting to consider Timothy having sex with someone else.

Timothy was doing a round of inspections at the resort when Rylee called, and he was angrily lecturing the manager while he kept nodding. He skipped a heartbeat when he realized she had called, and his grumpiness vanished in an instant.

"Wait for me fifty meters away," he said as he walked toward the golf course after rejecting the call and motioning the sobbing manager to leave.

"Huh? Yes!" Armand raised her brows as he caught sight of Timothy's phone and realized what was going on. He then motioned for the rest of the group to leave, leaving Timothy alone in the middle of the green field, standing alone like a work of art. He raised his phone, took a deep breath, and then returned the call.

'What is it that she desires now? She is a very emotional person.'

Timothy's face lit up as he thought about Rylee's series of expressions; his smile was the rarest thing in the world.

Timothy called back while Rylee was thinking about nonsense. She responded with a yell, "Why did you just reject my call? What exactly are you doing?" Not realizing her tone of voice was as if she was speaking to her husband.

"Oh, I was with my staff just now and unable to answer a call, what's up?" Timothy's mood was like the waving lake in front of his eyes.

"Staff? That's a nice way of putting it; it must be someone else." She muttered.

"Huh? Is there anyone else? Who, for example?"

"A lady!" Rylee became enraged.

After a brief pause, Timothy burst out laughing. His smile had the best rhythm to it, clear, sexy, and hypnotic.

Despite being captivated by his baritone voice, Rylee reprimanded, "What's the deal with your smile? Don't hide your nerves behind your voice; I got it right, didn't I?"

"Where on earth do I find time for women while working? You're getting everything wrong. I'm doing rounds of inspection at the resort; some constructions aren't going as planned, and I was lecturing the person in charge when you called. I can take a picture to let you know where I am right now; do you want a picture?" Timothy rarely told anyone, let alone a woman, everything.

He rarely spoke unless absolutely necessary, but now he made a long paragraph of explanation and put Rylee at ease; her racing heart also calmed as a result.

"Why would I require a photograph? It will cost me data to download the image! I'm not concerned with your whereabouts," she stated with a smile, completely different from the jealousy just now.

While listening to her, Timothy kicked a small stone into the lake, and the stone skipped about seven times before sinking deep into the lake.

"What makes you call, Rylee?" Timothy inquired, sounding charming.

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Rylee liked his tone of voice now, so she sat down on the grass and said, "Nothing much, I'm just curious about what you're doing."

"Oh, you're checking on me?" Timothy cracked a grin.

"Haha, have you made up your mind about what I told you before?"

Timothy sighed at her question; he knew she'd only call if she needed something.

"Wait, what was that?"

"Concerning the interview! My classmates had everything planned except for me, and the tutor lectured me today."

"Tell me who that tutor is, and I'll teach her a lesson!" Timothy would never, ever allow anyone to bully her.

"There's no need for that, being lectured by a tutor is normal; it's nothing to worry about. My point here is that I failed to schedule the interview, so please assist me by calling Kenneth."

"I can assist, but not for free," Timothy said, tilting his head.

"Huh?"

"There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

"What?" Rylee frowned, how astute! 'Timothy, you're a jerk!'

"Well, I'll give you a thousand dollars from the four thousand bonus," she grumbled, knowing she was about to lose a thousand dollars.

"Do you think I need your money?" Timothy laughed.

"Oh, what do you want besides money?"

'It's you! I want your body as well as your heart!' He was thinking but didn't say anything.

"Fine, I can't get anything from a poor ugly duckling like you anyway, so I'll help for free."

"Really? Will you help? Timothy, you're the best! I know you're the best and kindest friend anyone could have!"

She said he was cunning at the time, but now he was kind-hearted, and despite being called a poor ugly duckling, she was still in a good mood.

Timothy took a deep breath and said, "Be my secretary for a day, I'm short on manpower."

"Huh?" Rylee was taken aback. He had previously stated that he would assist for free, but he changed his mind. A shrewd businessman would never give away free lunch indeed.

"Secretary? But I know nothing about being one, I don't think I'll be able to handle the job."

"Not the job, but some job-related tasks. I'm inspecting the resort today without a secretary because she was too busy in the office, so you'll need to bring me food, drinks, and other necessities."

His words conjured up an image in Rylee's mind of him working alone in an urban area without anyone else to take care of his meal and drinks, and he was currently looking pale and coughing violently in her head...

What a sad Timothy. Rylee wept, "Is there nowhere to buy water near the resort? Are you starving? Are you in any discomfort?"

Timothy lied, "Yes," as he cast a glance at the crowd fifty meters away.

"All right, I'll go right away, but you have to pay the taxi when I get there," Rylee said eagerly as if she were an angel on her way to save Timothy.

"There's no need for a cab; I'll send someone over in fifteen minutes to pick you up at school."

"Of course, hang in there!"

Timothy froze at her words and then burst out laughing. 'Hang in there? How?'

He was horny and needed someone to make him feel better; could she help?

Timothy then dialed Armand's number, "I'll stay at the resort today and won't be doing any more work; keep everyone away from me, and don't tell Felicia where I am. Also, arrange for someone to pick up Rylee from school."

"Oh? Okay!" Armand was perplexed. "He wants to spend the day here? What about the later-in-the- afternoon conference and dinner with the chief? Rylee causes so much havoc."

Rylee dashed to the grocery store as soon as the phone call was disconnected. She purchased biscuits, mineral water, jerky, and other snacks as if she were going to a refugee camp.

She walked towards the school's entrance, holding snack bags, and noticed a gleaming black luxury car waiting for her. "Rylee Carroll? Boss sent me to get you." As he opened the car door for her, the young man said.

Rylee sighed as she climbed into the car, "What's up with your boss working alone on this scorching hot day? Someone should be looking after him because he could suffer from heatstroke if he is left without water for an extended period of time in this weather!"

"Has he eaten anything? He's not going hungry, is he?" She muttered as she pulled an instant noodle from her bag.

The driver at the front almost fainted hearing that, 'Is she referring to their gangster boss? Since when did the boss lack of servant?'

There were at least twenty people following their boss wherever he went, someone would light the lighter the moment he wanted to smoke, and there was never a server shortage.

Rylee looked out the window as the car drove away from the city, gradually approaching the urban area. The scenery was stunning.

She abruptly sat up, recalling something she had forgotten! Her meeting with Manfred!

What a stupid head she was for forgetting her lunch date with Manfred!